I sit on the bench like it’s the right thing to do
But that’s not a bench it’s a fence to you
So I sit and I hum for all that I’m worth
But the humming and humdrum plunge down into earth
Why don’t you listen to observations, deductions
Why don’t you see my sharp evidence?
Why can’t we change or affect what we see
It’s because you are here on this fence with me
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